A Different Kind Of Love, chapter 1
This is the true story of me. Thought you might want to get to know me better, I figured, hey, stories are interesting. So there.
***
Some guys find love in kindergarten.
Some have to wait a while longer, but every guy will find his girl, eventually. That's what society tells us. Whether it's "look-I-drew-you-a-hreat-with-my-red-crayon" love, or "let's have sex and get married" love, she's bound to come to him somehow, and they'll have a big romantic meeting and get married, have kids, live in a big house, and everything will work out.
Newsflash: Society are a bunch of lying pricks.
Let's count in my life:
[ ] found love in kindergarten
[ ] had sex
[ ] got married
[ ] had the perfect life
[x] been in love
Okay, so I'll admit. Some guys get their princess, some girls get their Prince Charming. But the perfect life begins to fade when Prince Charming develops an addiction to booze and his princess gains fifty pounds.
Fortunatley, I'll never have to deal with that. Why? Well, you don't want me to ruin the story, do you? Let's start at the beginning.
My name is Josh Tarigton. I'm seventeen years old. I have black hair, though it's naturally brown. I sometimes wear eyeliner, just for fun. I'm five and a half feet tall. And I'm in love. But that comes later. Anyways.
It all began at the beginning of grade eleven. There were always a few new kids each year, no one ever thought much of it. It was a big school. But it was in my gym class that I really took notice.
He was talking to this guy I knew [and hated] named Alex. Now, Alex was the type who showed off to everyone, all the time. It was annoying to the point where I once yelled at him to shut the fuck up, after he had begun bragging about all the girls he'd been with. Now, I'm not the kind to physically hurt anyone, but sometimes I just wanted to punch him to death. I immediatly, however, became jealous of Alex. Why should he get to talk to this guy? I knew why I was jealous, too.
It was the fact that this guy had glanced at me, and smiled at me, if only for a second, before turning back to Alex. At that precise moment, I got this feeling in my stomach, like, oh my god. I knew, too, what it was. See, there was a reason why I never had a girlfriend. Why I never lost my virginity. Why I was the weird one out. See, before I saw him, I never wanted anyone to know. I wanted to sink into the background, be just another weird kid.
But when I saw him, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. He was taller than me, nearly six feet I would have guessed. He had curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was thin, but not too muscular. Today being the first gym class, we didn't have to change. Which made me sad. But anyways, he came up to me after, and I was so nervous.
"Hey, I'm Vik. I'm new here, you probably noticed. So what's up?"
"Uh, I'm Josh. And not much is up, I guess..."
He just laughed. I thought, in the back of my mind, I love this guy.
And then he just left. Went off to talk to someone else, I guess. Wanted to meet the rest of the kids.
***
It was not until a week later that I got a chance to talk to him again. I was on my way to the washroom during my History class, and he had a spare. He was sitting in the foyer, playing an acoustic guitar. In fact, he was playing Rise Against's "Swing Life Away". It wasn't a difficult song, of course, but the way Vik played it made it sound beautiful. He hummed the melody quietly, as though he was self concious, as if he believed if he sang, people would think he was weird. At this time, it was only him and I in the foyer. For a moment our eyes met, and he smiled a tiny bit as if to say, I'm playing this song for you. Of course I knew he wasn't. But it was a good thought.
At that time his humming became singing, and for a brief moment he was softly singing the song, and I found myself singing with him.
If love is a labour, I'll slave till the end. I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand..
Then the guitar stopped, the singing stopped, and his eyes were no longer focused on me, but on the floor. He was ashamed.
"You're really good at guitar," I said. "I play bass. We should hang out sometime and jam."
He looked back up at me with those bright blue eyes and smiled. Then, of all things, he took out a piece of paper and a pen, and gave me him number. He GAVE ME HIS NUMBER. Well, I practically melted on the spot, as you could imagine, but I kept myself together. This was the best day of my life.
***
"So, I wrote a song..." I said, pulling out a piece of paper from my pocket. Vik pulled it out of my hands. This was our second jam session, at my house, and we were hanging out, having a good time. He read the cheesy lines from the page. He laughed.
"Who's this for?" he asked me, laughing. "You never told me about any girl."
"That's because there is no girl." I replied.
"Come on, man. 'Every moment I spend with you makes me feel like I'm on top of the world' does not come from the mind of a guy where there's no girl."
I tried to take the paper back, but he stood up and ran away with it, laughing.
"So who's it for? Ali? Sara? Oh, please don't let it be Tessa!"
He stopped running at the closed door to my bedroom. He held the paper in his hands behind his back.
"Tell me. Come on, you know I won't tell anyone else. Tell me, and I'll give you your little song back."
He kept teasing me, asking me who it was for. Did he really want to know? Should I tell him? These were the things running through my head as he kept asking. And asking. And asking.
I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I grabbed his neck and pulled his face into mine, kissing him passionatly. I could see by the shock in his eyes that he had not been expecting that. He shoved me away from him, and walked into the den, where we had been playing guitar and bass. He sat down and covered his face with his hands. I didn't know whether or not I should say something to him. I sat down across from him and stared at the floor.
"It's not your fault," he mumbled.
Yes, it is, I thought. I had started this whole thing. If it weren't for me.. this awkward situation would never have existed.
***
Some guys find love in kindergarten.
Some have to wait a while longer, but every guy will find his girl, eventually. That's what society tells us. Whether it's "look-I-drew-you-a-hreat-with-my-red-crayon" love, or "let's have sex and get married" love, she's bound to come to him somehow, and they'll have a big romantic meeting and get married, have kids, live in a big house, and everything will work out.
Newsflash: Society are a bunch of lying pricks.
Let's count in my life:
[ ] found love in kindergarten
[ ] had sex
[ ] got married
[ ] had the perfect life
[x] been in love
Okay, so I'll admit. Some guys get their princess, some girls get their Prince Charming. But the perfect life begins to fade when Prince Charming develops an addiction to booze and his princess gains fifty pounds.
Fortunatley, I'll never have to deal with that. Why? Well, you don't want me to ruin the story, do you? Let's start at the beginning.
My name is Josh Tarigton. I'm seventeen years old. I have black hair, though it's naturally brown. I sometimes wear eyeliner, just for fun. I'm five and a half feet tall. And I'm in love. But that comes later. Anyways.
It all began at the beginning of grade eleven. There were always a few new kids each year, no one ever thought much of it. It was a big school. But it was in my gym class that I really took notice.
He was talking to this guy I knew [and hated] named Alex. Now, Alex was the type who showed off to everyone, all the time. It was annoying to the point where I once yelled at him to shut the fuck up, after he had begun bragging about all the girls he'd been with. Now, I'm not the kind to physically hurt anyone, but sometimes I just wanted to punch him to death. I immediatly, however, became jealous of Alex. Why should he get to talk to this guy? I knew why I was jealous, too.
It was the fact that this guy had glanced at me, and smiled at me, if only for a second, before turning back to Alex. At that precise moment, I got this feeling in my stomach, like, oh my god. I knew, too, what it was. See, there was a reason why I never had a girlfriend. Why I never lost my virginity. Why I was the weird one out. See, before I saw him, I never wanted anyone to know. I wanted to sink into the background, be just another weird kid.
But when I saw him, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs. He was taller than me, nearly six feet I would have guessed. He had curly brown hair and bright blue eyes. He was thin, but not too muscular. Today being the first gym class, we didn't have to change. Which made me sad. But anyways, he came up to me after, and I was so nervous.
"Hey, I'm Vik. I'm new here, you probably noticed. So what's up?"
"Uh, I'm Josh. And not much is up, I guess..."
He just laughed. I thought, in the back of my mind, I love this guy.
And then he just left. Went off to talk to someone else, I guess. Wanted to meet the rest of the kids.
***
It was not until a week later that I got a chance to talk to him again. I was on my way to the washroom during my History class, and he had a spare. He was sitting in the foyer, playing an acoustic guitar. In fact, he was playing Rise Against's "Swing Life Away". It wasn't a difficult song, of course, but the way Vik played it made it sound beautiful. He hummed the melody quietly, as though he was self concious, as if he believed if he sang, people would think he was weird. At this time, it was only him and I in the foyer. For a moment our eyes met, and he smiled a tiny bit as if to say, I'm playing this song for you. Of course I knew he wasn't. But it was a good thought.
At that time his humming became singing, and for a brief moment he was softly singing the song, and I found myself singing with him.
If love is a labour, I'll slave till the end. I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand..
Then the guitar stopped, the singing stopped, and his eyes were no longer focused on me, but on the floor. He was ashamed.
"You're really good at guitar," I said. "I play bass. We should hang out sometime and jam."
He looked back up at me with those bright blue eyes and smiled. Then, of all things, he took out a piece of paper and a pen, and gave me him number. He GAVE ME HIS NUMBER. Well, I practically melted on the spot, as you could imagine, but I kept myself together. This was the best day of my life.
***
"So, I wrote a song..." I said, pulling out a piece of paper from my pocket. Vik pulled it out of my hands. This was our second jam session, at my house, and we were hanging out, having a good time. He read the cheesy lines from the page. He laughed.
"Who's this for?" he asked me, laughing. "You never told me about any girl."
"That's because there is no girl." I replied.
"Come on, man. 'Every moment I spend with you makes me feel like I'm on top of the world' does not come from the mind of a guy where there's no girl."
I tried to take the paper back, but he stood up and ran away with it, laughing.
"So who's it for? Ali? Sara? Oh, please don't let it be Tessa!"
He stopped running at the closed door to my bedroom. He held the paper in his hands behind his back.
"Tell me. Come on, you know I won't tell anyone else. Tell me, and I'll give you your little song back."
He kept teasing me, asking me who it was for. Did he really want to know? Should I tell him? These were the things running through my head as he kept asking. And asking. And asking.
I don't know what came over me at that moment, but I grabbed his neck and pulled his face into mine, kissing him passionatly. I could see by the shock in his eyes that he had not been expecting that. He shoved me away from him, and walked into the den, where we had been playing guitar and bass. He sat down and covered his face with his hands. I didn't know whether or not I should say something to him. I sat down across from him and stared at the floor.
"It's not your fault," he mumbled.
Yes, it is, I thought. I had started this whole thing. If it weren't for me.. this awkward situation would never have existed.
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